permalink Ayla was just sitting there, minding her own business and finishing a report when he walked in. At first, she mistook him for Salem, her close friend. As he got closer, she noticed the nuances, the subtle differences between these two: the pinkish-gray of his eyes, the subtle red in his jet black hair. From a distance, the two would be easily confused.

He approached her, and, to Ayla's surprise, began to tell her a story that would change her life. Thus began the arrival and start of the outward spiral that would fall as the dominoes of her life-and those of many others-came into focus.

permalink His story was a complicated one, one of confusion and mystery, wrath and anger. It all seemed to revolve around a star of some sort,My name is Rogue Fighter. Beyond that, you need know no more.